I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

Android?

The twists and turns I experienced among the vending machines still left an impression on me, so my first thought was whether that bartender named Tony was also Ladam.

But if you think about it, it didn’t seem like that.

Didn’t Dragon President just say that it was vague to say that it was purely his own skill?

If it’s an Android, even if it uses a mechanical arm, it has to be its own skill. I was born that way in the first place, so what should I do?

Then, Tony’s mechanically smooth and sophisticated hand movements are not the original ones, but the result of modifications.

There was only one conclusion.

“The prosthetic… It looks like you are? It was so natural that I didn’t even notice it.”

[answer.]

The dragon helmet rattles up and down.

It wasn’t really surprising.

This is Dusk City in 2107, and it is a world where prosthetic arms, prosthetic legs, and body modifications such as prosthetic eyes are treated as individuality and fashion.

However, it was just amazing because the movement was so natural that it was almost impossible to recognize the prosthetic hand, and the artificial skin joint was clean.

Probably, if it hadn’t been for that unusual stunt action, and if the dragon boss had not given me a hint, I wouldn’t have noticed until the end.

I think it’s cyberware that’s quite pricey for a bartender in a fringe pub to use to make cocktails like that.

In any case, there seemed to be no ordinary people among the staff here.

Whirlik-

Do you have no intention of hiding your prosthetic arm now?

Tony finished the stud with his eccentric fingers and wrists, then shoved a black cherry into a stainless steel toothpick pin and dips a dried orange peel in fondant next to it.

“Oaxaca style old fashioned, complete.”

So the cocktail was made. Along with the ice on the glass, the translucent liquid of a pale orange color swayed sweetly.

If it’s an old fashioned, it’s not mine, that’s a big dragon over there. The shape of the cup was completely different from what we saw on the menu.

After skillfully delivering the drink in front of the otaku dragon, Tony took a new glass from under the table and opened his mouth.

“Yes, it’s a prosthetic. I had an unavoidable accident when I was young, so my arms are like this.”

Ah, it wasn’t just personality or fashion.

Just as I was about to nod my head thinking that there must have been such a circumstance, the Dragon president shouted as he poured alcohol into the spout of his large helmet.

[I’m so sleepy! Is it that repertoire today? The last time I was working at a robotic factory in Neo Detroit, I heard that my arm got caught in a conveyor belt!]

“Oh, that’s right. You could have worked in a factory when you were young.”

[Oh, that’s right. It would have been more convincing if I hadn’t seen you tell the ladies months ago the lengthy epic that you lost your arm in a gang war. ok?]

“… Could it have been an accident at the factory because of a gang war?”

[Do it in moderation, yumma!]

The dragon’s head roars and throws the stainless steel pin on the glass. The cherries had already disappeared after eating.

And Tony, with his astonishing reflexes, grabbed the stinging pin and put it back in place.

A face that doesn’t seem like it’s normal.

After all, I caught that with my prosthetic too. It may have been just the automatic defense mechanism of the prosthetic, not the reflexes.

[Did you see it? You shouldn’t trust that Usotsuki (liar) child. Is it because more than half of the words that come out of your mouth are gossip?]

“Why not focus on the fact that the other half is true?”

[From my point of view, it’s clear that his prosthetic is just a gimmick. to seduce women. All Italians are like that.]

Sasha Dragon said so, and again squirted the cocktail over the mouth of the helmet.

… If you drink like that, will the alcohol go into your mouth? Even the straw that is connected to the dragon’s snout is in your mouth.

“Does it make sense to say that you use a prosthetic hand in the first place, in the 22nd century? What kind of era is it these days?”

With the dragon’s continued stinging, Tony said, this time pouring a pack of pale yellow liquid with ice into a large, long glass, and sprinkling a green drink that seemed to flash with fluorescent light on it.

“In an era where virtual idols and android-ever idols dominate the entertainment industry, and the brothels are also dominated by rubber bots.

If my prosthetic arm isn’t my real skill, the virtual idol the captain likes so much—who was that, Stella-chan? That friend is not a real idol either.”

[…] … .]

Suddenly the surroundings become quiet.

I swallowed saliva without realizing it.

gulp.

The moment of tension, the silence ended.

With a calm, serious voice, the dragon master said, giving strength to the light bulb’s eyes.

[Hey, Sokomadeda (that’s it). Don’t touch my idol. I was wrong. Never again curse your prosthetic.]

“Okay, I promised.”

[And as I say every time, it’s not Stella, but Hanako-chan. Stella is an idol belonging to a different company, with a completely different concept!]

Whether that was a fuse or not, the otaku dragon began to exclaim how and where his favorite virtual idol was different from other idols.

Tony ignored it as if he was used to it, and I… I pretended not to know.

Although I tend to like 2D characters, it seems that virtual idols are still in an unacceptable area.

He spoke in a serious mood, so I was nervous at the same time wondering if there was any problem, but I was choking my heart for nothing.

I feel like I’ve been deceived somehow.

Hearing the passionate talk about virtual idols with one ear, he spilled it with the other and even watched the cocktails being made.

When you dip crystals with a purple berry flavor on top of the refreshing light green mixed liquor, the carbonic acid swells in it.

As the overflowing purple foam subsided, the long glass was filled with an alluring purple drink.

It’s not the usual purple color, it’s the color that glows like a neon sign. Did you add any discharge pigments? The color really pops out amazingly.

Now, finally, after putting the lemon slices on top of it.

“A drink that is a variation of Tokyo Ice Tea, a variation of Long Island Iced Tea… Dusk Ice Tea, it’s done.”

It’s a variation of a variation, so that’s cool.

It wasn’t a joke, it was a really nice cocktail.

Around the stainless steel straw that Tony put in, a light that seemed like a subtle mixture of cranberries and blueberries drifted.

I can see why they call it Dusk Iced Tea.

It is a color similar to the city skyline, where smog, building lights, and the setting sun combine to harmonize.

It is modeled after the exterior of a city with severe air pollution, but just looking at the intense and provocative exterior makes it feel like it will be harmful to the human body, but it will be okay.

They say that junk food tastes better, so maybe it’s just the taste.

He came up loudly and asked, with a straw, a piece of lemon sticking out of the carbonation bubble that reached his face.

“Isn’t this a real lemon?”

Apparently, I had some experience in cooking for a while, so I was worried about things like this.

Tony nodded his head.

“It’s an artificial lemon that’s made in a similar way. Because I can’t find real lemons. It has a lot of flavoring, so it will have a somewhat similar feel. However, I do not recommend eating it. It’s very sour.”

That’s right. The cherry or orange peel in the drink I gave to Dragon President earlier must have been a similar counterfeit product.

By the way, even though it was an artificial lemon, it looked quite similar. They seem to be selling these these days.

Out of curiosity, I slightly ripped off the tip with my teeth and ate it.

That taste… I swallowed what made me want to spit it out again.

It looked similar, but the taste was not at all.

For one thing, it wasn’t the lemon flavor I knew.

It is dirty and sour, and above all, the texture is terribly tough. It’s like chewing on the peel, not the flesh.

When he raised his head with a frown on his face, Tony grinned. ‘That’s what I said.’ A smirk as if to say.

I put a straw in my mouth, thinking I should calm my surprised tongue. Drink Dusk Ice Tea as it is.

The impression I felt at the first sip was that it surprisingly tasted similar to the bokbunja drink.

However, it is a little less sweet, and it has a cool, sour, slightly bitter taste, and it feels like a refreshing refreshing feeling has been added.

It’s like drinking soda mixed with bokbunja-flavored alcohol popping candy. It’s an odd taste expression, but it’s not a lie.

To put it more simply, it was delicious. It suits your taste.

A taste that goes well with the sweet and refreshing mixed liquor that is often thought of when talking about cocktails.

It didn’t stop there, and it hit hard from behind. Unlike the mild taste, the texture is closer to stinging.

After swallowing a few sips, the particles just before they melt, and the carbon dioxide in the bustling bokbunja candy burst in your mouth, giving you a refreshing throat sensation.

It is very attractive that it bursts sweetly when chewed lightly.

The few carbonic acid crystals remaining in the liquid had a profound effect on the texture. With a little bit of exaggeration, it was much cooler than any beer or cola I had ever drank.

It wraps your tongue in a stimulating taste with two consecutive blows of green tea cola you drank before entering the bar and the artificial lemon you just ate.

It’s stimulating in a good way, so you can say that it makes you forget the bad experiences of the past.

If you drink this on a hot summer day, I think it will just kill you. It was a bit disappointing because the weather was still chilly.

Another disappointment is that there is a little bit of a drugstore syrup-like taste unique to artificial additives, which is something that can be tolerated.

The cultured fruit extract must have been in it at a level of about 1 to 2 percent, but it was surprising that it tasted like this.

There will be advancements in science and technology, but Tony’s skills may also have played a part.

I’ve heard it’s not easy to mix alcohol with synthetic ingredients without this much objection, but I’m satisfied with it because I hate alcohol and I’m a very picky eater.

The characteristic bitter taste that can protrude and the texture of the splashing carbonic acid seemed to balance it out.

It is surprising that there is almost no objection to the bitter taste of alcohol.

It wouldn’t be easy to create such exquisite proportions.

According to Otaku Dragon, he is only good at teaching and everything else is there, but in my opinion, he was a top-notch bartender in other respects as well.

Even the Dusk Ice Tea I drink now is a cocktail made without using the spinning technique.

Why are there so many good bartenders in this remote place?

It seems that satisfaction was evident on my face. Tony smiled and said.

“Oh, it seems that the cocktail I made fits the taste of a luxury hotel chef to some extent. Did you see it? Leader? I am such a person. Let’s go back to salary negotiations.”

After giving a thumbs up once again, putting a straw in his mouth, and finally giving his speech about the virtual idol, the dragon broke into the conversation.

[Hey, Long Tea Ryu is a foul. You are using a product whose proportions have already been set. The only thing you did was luminescent green (melon flavored liquor) and berry juice carbonated crystals sprinkled.]

Then he sips the refreshing cocktail and speaks to me, enjoying the taste.

[Oh, and you better not drink it too hastily.]